Closed RP: Michael and Mel and hey, aren't you meant to be saving the world soon?

[totallyluminous]

You ever get that thing, sometimes, where you know you have to be somewhere? Not in that crappy novel-you-packed-for-the-hols way, where the hero's all 'I just...knew' when asked some question by the stupid heroine why he was there when she was about to be eaten by a shark, but when something's almost pulling you irresistabl--right, no, of course

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[cosmicteddy]

There were plenty of people in the library these days. Michael mostly left them alone unless he was called. When this particular student came through the doors, he felt called. Definitely.

"Mel," he greeted her with a faint smile and a nod, putting a thick leather volume into a bookcase. He knew why she was there. Michael often got these feelings, too. "How are you?"

[totallyluminous]

'A bit...' Mel informs him, wringing her hands a bit. Very informative, this girl. 'You know.' He probably never felt the way Melanie Beeby did, but he's had to have had the fate of the world resting on his shoulders a few times, right?

'Well--I'm worried,' she blurts out. 'I've been training and training, and what if it's not enough? I can feel it creeping up on me, and there's just not enough time!'

[cosmicteddy]

She looked anxious. Scared. There was too much on her shoulders. Michael nodded and gestured to his open door. His face was very calm. "We should sit down in my office for a moment, I think. There is time for that, at least. Come with me."

There were pastries in his office. Of course. Michael kept things around to cater to his sweet-tooth, and he also had a hotplate in a corner to make tea. He showed Mel a comfortable chair to sit in while he bustled about putting the kettle on. He didn't ask her if she'd like a cup. She was having one anyway, to calm herself down. When it was ready, he poured her some and pushed the mug over to her, sitting down opposite her.

"How have you been training, Mel?" he asked gently.

[totallyluminous]

Mel reaches out to curl her hand around the mug, watching the wisps of steam spiral upwards. She unconsciously shifts away from the pastries, as if one moment of weakness in one part of her life will mean it in all other parts. The mug almost burns her fingers.

'Only since February,' comes her answer, glum. 'I know it's not really enough, but that's when I found out. Can I--tell them where I'm going?' she segues, looking up, meaning Lola and Brice. 'I haven't told them why I'm training hard all of a sudden, but if I disappear...'